Camel Toe Day

The breakfast room, as they called it, was more of a nook than a room, but it provided a wonderful view of the property, across the grass, to the river in the distance. It was their favourite spot in the mornings, but on this morning, Margo had been alone. Until now.

"Hi Jade, did you sleep in this morning?"

"I suppose so. I was working late. I probably needed the rest," she said, as she leaned over and pecked Margo on the cheek. "That's a hell of a pile. How did all that fit in the mailbox?"

"There were a million letters and junk mail up there this morning."

"Today must have been our first delivery since the flood. Anything for me?"

"Mostly bills. Just one," and Margo passed across the only big envelope. It looks kind of official. I don't recognize the company logo."

Jade looked at the markings on the envelope: Sunrise Technologies. "It's a new company, I gather. I've only just discovered it. They do interesting work, and they have some remarkable products for sale. They make the machine I was telling you about. Anyway, what else do you have there?"

"There's one from my cousin. She's accepted. She's asking if she can bring her boyfriend along with her."

"That'll be nice. We haven't seen her for a while. Any details on the boyfriend?"

"Not really. Only that his name is Brody."

* * *

It was fortunate that there was easy access to Jade's workshop. The old car garage on the property had been renovated and turned into her lab. The item being delivered required the use of the crane that was part of the delivery truck. The crate was eased off the truck and deposited next to the garage roller door, and with her workshop being an old garage and the lifting gantry still functional, it was relatively easy to move the machine inside.

"What do you do in here?" the driver asked. No doubt surprised by the plush interior that looked more like the interior of a swanky office than an old garage.

"Design work."

"Oh."

"I sew, to put it in simple terms. I design production processes for the clothing industry."

"And is this a sewing machine?"

"No, hardly that, but I'm hoping to experiment with it. Maybe turn it into a version of that. Thanks for your help."

"No worries. Bye," and the driver climbed into his truck, leaving Jade with her new machine. She remained in the workshop for the rest of the day. Unpacking the machine, positioning it, and learning how to use it. That was going to take time.

* * *

At dinner time, that evening: "So, how's your new toy? Is it everything you thought it would be?"

"I don't know. I haven't tried it yet. I switched it on, but that's as far as I've got. I'm not sure it's what I ordered?"

"Can you send it back?"

"No, there was a clear statement when ordering to say that because each unit was unique, there were no refunds."

"But if there was a mistake, then you'll have a claim."

"Well, the thing is, I've been studying the manual, and it looks like it'll do what I want, but there are a lot of things I don't understand. Like it's got things I didn't order. Not sure if I even want them. Maybe I just have to spend time working it out."

"Maybe they have a base model and they just add to it depending upon what people order."

"Yes, well, maybe. I'll have to do some experimenting."

* * *

Gracie and her boyfriend had arrived in the late afternoon. The four of them were having drinks outside under the verandah. Relaxing after their evening meal. Catching up on gossip and updating one another with relevant news. Gracie wanted to show Brody around the property. So, it was off to bed early to make an early start.

"I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off Gracie," remarked Margo. Smirking as she said it.

"She's a honey."

"She certainly is. She's turned into a beautiful young woman. Don't make it too obvious, or you might make her boyfriend jealous. Not only that, you might make me jealous."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't think I was being so obvious."

"I suspect it was only me who noticed. He seems devoted to her."

"Okay, I'll be more careful."

"She's so pretty. She has a lovely body, I have to admit."

"She has. It's a pity she hides so much of it."

"Hmm. A conservative dresser."

"Well, if she stays for a while, we can draw her out of her shell."

"A project."

"Brody is quite a catch, too."

"He has a good figure."

"You've been checking him out, too."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"He's got a nice bum. It's a pity his jeans don't fit him better. I'd love to see more of it. I keep wanting to give his bum a squeeze." Closing her eyes as she conjured up the memory of him.

"You always were a bit bi. Do you want him to undress for you?"

"That would be nice, but just to look. I promise I won't touch. Well, not much."

"What about Gracie. She's got shapely hips. Probably has a nice tush too."

"Maybe, but she's not showing much of it."

"Perhaps you can get her clothes off her, too."

* * *

"You two look a mess. What happened?"

"Gracie and I took a walk into the gully. There was a platypus in one of the streams that runs into the river. We wanted to get a better look. Closer to the water."

"You fell in."

"Well, not quite, but the bank was slippery. I fell, Gracie tried to save me, and we both went sliding down the bank."

"Alright, come on up to the house and get those filthy clothes off."

Jade and Margo exchanged a knowing glance.

"What are you two grinning at?" Gracie asked.

"Oh, it's just that you're a couple of puppies who seem to like playing in the mud. Aren't you?"

* * *

"Did you bring a change of clothing?"

"Not really. We just brought the minimum. We were only planning on staying one or two nights."

"Okay, you two take your things off and get into the bathroom, and I'll get them washed and dried in the meantime. And by the way, you can stay as long as you like."

"Thanks. That's awfully good of you."

"Nonsense. Happy to have you here. You two get in there and get cleaned up. If you want, after you've showered, there's some bubble bath on the shelf. You might like to have a bath together."

Gracie's eyebrows raised, and her face lit up. She had such a sweet smile."

"That would be lovely."

"Okay, do that, and I'll see if I can find something for you to wear in the meantime."

* * *

"Brody is about the same size as you, Margo. Let's check the size of their clothes and see what we have to fit. Do you have anything he can borrow?"

"If not, you can probably run something up quick smart on that clever new machine of yours."

"I've got some gym tights he'd look good in. Scrunch bums too."

"No!"

"Okay, not yet."

"Good."

"I've got some skinny jeans that'll probably fit him. They're a size or two too big for me, and they are super stretchy. They'll probably fit, and he should look good in them."

"You'll get to see that bum of his yet."

"What about Gracie?"

"I've already picked out a pair of leggings for her."

"Which ones?"

"The bottle green ones."

"Oh, good. They look good on you. I hope they look as good on her. They're the ones that give you a camel toe"

"I haven't got anything else that's clean."

"Well, they'll be perfect."

"I didn't know they gave me a camel toe?"

"Sure do. I thought you kept pulling them up deliberately to impress me."

"No, never did. That's just the way they sit on me."

"Is that right? Well, let's be thankful for small mercies."

"Honestly, I like the fit. If they do tuck themselves into all the crevices, I wasn't aware of it."

"Anyway, I think you have a perfect camel toe, and I like the way you look in those tights."

"Well, it'll be interesting to see what they look like on her."

* * *

Bath time took rather a long time to end. Eventually, Brody and Gracie came down the stairs, dressed in their borrowed attire. They looked good. Both of them. Brody didn't complain about wearing girl jeans. In fact, he carried the look confidently. The stretch material wrapped his legs perfectly. And of course, they fitted his hips firmly, and it was easy to spot his bulge.

When they were in the lounge, Jade called out to Brody from the kitchen, "How do the jeans fit?"

"Fine. They're good. Thanks."

"Turn around and let's see how you look."

He did so, and it was plain that the jeans were a great fit. They put his cheeky backside on display. Shapely without looking silly.

"I haven't worn them for a few years. So, they're not too big? Too small? Whatever."

"They're quite good, actually. I can feel them as being sort of firm, but no way tight at all."

"Well, that's because they're stretch material. They just conform to your shape."

"Yeah, they look good," said Margo. "Turn around again. I want to see that bum of yours. What do you think, Gracie?"

She smiled, her face lit up, and she nodded. "Yes, he looks really good in them."

"Then they're yours. You can keep them."

"So, you don't think they are too, sort of, overly tight? I mean, they feel comfortable, they must be the most comfortable jeans I've ever worn, but I was wondering if maybe they look like I shouldn't be wearing them. I've never worn women's jeans before."

"You mean revealing?"

"Well, yes, actually."

"No, not at all. And, Gracie, be honest. What do you think of them?"

"I agree. They look good on you. Honest, honey, they suit you. They look great on you."

"Are the tights okay for you. Are they your size?"

Attention focused on Gracie.

"They feel nice." And she stretched her hands down the front, feeling the material.

"Yeah, you look good in them."

There was only the slightest hint of a camel toe when she stood at certain angles.

"Okay, your turn. Turn around. Show us how they fit."

And she did so. She had lovely legs. And while they looked good on her, shaping to the curves of her rounded bum, Jade and Margo later agreed that the jeans on Brody looked better. Though, they had also noticed that as the evening progressed, with Gracie moving around, shifting, as people do, that her tights began to move upward slightly to reveal more of a camel toe. She didn't seem to notice. Everyone else noticed. Particularly, Brody. His eyes often stole glances of her crotch when she was looking elsewhere.

* * *

"Hi there. Are you up yet?" It was Jade sticking her head into the guest room.

"No, not actually."

"Are you decent? Can I come in?"

"Sure."

They looked sweet. The two of them. Brody was still stretching under the bed sheet. Gracie propped herself up. For someone who dressed conservatively, she didn't mind showing her naked breasts.

"It'll be a warm one today. Actually, I think the forecast is for the weather to be warm all week. I'm just dropping off some clothes for you. Shorts and t-shirts. I made them on a new machine I have. I'm anxious to hear your thoughts. I'm still figuring out the machine."

Jade had used her latest machine to make the clothing. Over the previous few weeks, she had worked out how to use the machine's basic features. Coming up with a t-shirt and shorts was a trifle. All she had to do was enter some specs, and out came the finished garment, all without the touch of a human hand.

"Thanks. That's really good of you," said Gracie.

"It is," echoed Brody.

"That's all right. Actually, I'm really a bit self-interested, I have to say. I'm developing my designs. So, it's rather good timing you two are here to try my creations."

"That's fine. We'd be happy to help. No problem at all. What do you think, Brody?"

"Yeah, sure. Anything."

"They're cotton. Mostly. A little bit of Lycra in them for comfort. At least for now. There are other materials I'm experimenting with, too."

"We'll be happy to help out. You make it and we'll wear it."

"Good. I'll keep knocking them out. Changing material, cut, sizes, style, everything. Even colour and patterns, if I can. And if you two can be my guinea pigs, it would be so much appreciated."

Two nodding heads.

"That's great. Start with the shorts and I'll get you to try other things too, maybe."

She left the clothing on a chair and left.

* * *

Brody slunk down into the soft sheets, almost covering his head.

"Don't you roll over and fall asleep, it's time to get up."

"Okay, okay." He stretched, putting an arm out, reaching for Gracie, but she was already halfway out of bed, exposing her peachy bum to him.

"Oh look, we've even got underwear. Have you ever worn a G-string?"

"What?"

"A G-string. A thong."

"No, not really."

"Well, here's your chance," and she threw a flimsy white piece of material toward him.

"Oh, god. Do I have to?"

"No, you could always go commando. I sometimes do."

"Really? You've never told me that."

"Come on. Pull them on and let me see you. Anyway, we agreed to help Jade."

"So, are they your size?"

"They're on. So, they must be."

"No. Are they loose or tight? Are they comfortable? Do they hold your bits in place? What's the story?"

"It's okay."

Gracie already had her shorts and t-shirt on. No bra.

They were a pair of twins in what they were wearing. Both of them in a blue t-shirt exactly the same colour and white shorts. The t-shirts were a loose fit. The shorts were on the short side. Shorter than they might have expected, but not so short that they would attract a second look.

"What do you think?" asked Gracie.

"Comfortable."

"How do I look?"

"You look okay. They're a bit on the baggy side, but fine." Gracie's clothing was a better fit. The t-shirt fitted close without being tight. Her shorts almost looked like they'd been shop bought in her size and highlit her curves.

"Turn around. Do a walk around the room for me," said Gracie.

Brody's t-shirt was slightly loose. The shorts were a loose fit too, and with him wearing a G-string, he tended to lose the seam into the crack of his arse. Gracie was too tactful to say anything that might upset him. And she knew they'd be wearing another pair soon enough.

"You look good," she lied.

* * *

They had breakfast in the garden. It was a lovely morning. The sun was still low, but it wasn't hard to tell that the day was warming up. Tea and toast. A simple breakfast. The marmalade glistened in the sunlight. Things taste better when they look good.

"Thanks for helping us with the clothing," said Brody.

"That's all right. I think you're helping me more than the other way around. Anyway, let me have a good look at you. Stand up if you wouldn't mind."

"I think Brody's shorts need to be in a smaller size," said Gracie.

"Yes, you're right. Come over here, will you?" she said to Brody.

She remained seated and took hold of his shorts and grasped a handful of loose material on each side.

"Yes, definitely. They're way too big. I've obviously made a mistake. Come over to the workshop when you've finished breakfast, and I'll see what I can do. I'm in the end shed at the top of the drive." She got up and walked across the lawn toward the driveway that led to her workshop.

* * *

"Ah, there you are," said Jade, as Brody entered her workshop.

"What is all this stuff?"

There was a mixture of old-fashioned industrial sewing machines, computer-controlled machines and other things that looked more like robotic devices than sewing machines. In the centre of the room was a huge table that was strewn with material cutouts and patterns, and at the far end was Jade, almost hidden behind two huge computer monitors.

"Mostly sewing machines of various styles."

"They don't look like anything I've seen before."

"Do you do much sewing?"

"Well, not really," and he laughed.

"There are a few traditional machines here, but most of my work is experimental, and most of these things have been modified to suit my particular needs."

"So, I'd like to measure you."

"Sure, go ahead."

"Well, I can use a tape. Old-fashioned and it works, or I can scan you."

"Really. The scan would be better, wouldn't it?"

"Probably. Usually."

"Okay, drop the shorts."

Brody removed his shorts and kicked them away.

"Is the G-string too big, too?"

"It feels a bit weird."

"How so?"

"It feels as though it's not doing anything."

"It's too big."

"I can fix that. Take it off."

"What?"

"Come on. I've seen a penis before. Take it off and hop onto the pad there. Put your feet over the marks on the pad."

"Oh, you keep your pubs trimmed. That's nice."

"Gracie likes it. Well, actually, I do too."

"It looks good. Tell you what. Let's get a full body scan while we're at it. Take your t-shirt off too."

"Okay, stretch your arms out and just stand still."

A narrow shaft of light progressively moved over Brody's body from his ankles to his neck.

"Can I get off now?"

"Hang on. Not yet."

Jade was staring intently at a computer screen.

"Did it work?"

"Yes and no. Look, I'll have to do the bottom again. Put the G-string on again."

Another scan was done.

"Look, I'm so sorry. I'm not happy. Tell you what. Take the G-string off."

"What's the problem?"

"It's scanning you, but the way you look in the scan is not necessarily the way you should look in clothing."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Okay, I've got an idea. Grab hold of your dick and balls and pull them up as much as you can."

"How's that?"

"Yes, I'll try that. The scanner light moved over him again."

"How did it go?"

"Well, it worked, but I've got a scan of your hand. Of course."

"Perhaps it doesn't matter."

"I've got another idea. Do you mind? Pull your junk up again. Good. Can you separate each ball with a finger?"

"Sure."

"That's good. Does that hurt?"

"Nope."

"Good, okay. Now, see if you can push your dick into your belly as much as you can."

"How's that?"

"Good. Now don't move."

And another scan was done. Jade was focused on it.

"So how did it go?"

"Well... I think it'll do for now. Until I can think of something else."

"Maybe it's not that important to get the scan perfect."

"Maybe not. Anyway, I have the measurements. Here we go. But first. I can redo the G-string for you. A better fit. Question."

"What?"

"Where do you like your dick. I can make it so that it holds your penis upward next to your abdomen, or to the side, or down. Anything you want."

"I've never really thought about it."

Jade tilted her head.

"It usually does what it wants. When I pull my underwear on, the elastic tends to drag it upward. What it does after that, I don't really care."

"Okay. Let me try something."

Jade entered a few numbers into a screen. She changed the shape from a traditional G-string with a wide front to something quite narrow. She was designing the G-string on the screen.

"Okay, done."

She pressed a button and the big machine began to whirr like a photocopier, and within a few moments, a new white G-string was delivered.

"Bloody hell. That's much smaller than the last one."

"Try it on."

"It's a tighter fit."

"Too tight?"

"Let me see." He pulled it on. "No, not really. Oh, I see what you've done. Bloody hell. It's trying to kind of put my dick into a kind of tube arrangement."

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know. It's comfortable enough, for sure. So, it'll keep my dick pointing to the sky while I wear it."

"Yes, that's the plan."

"You've left the top of it open."

"That's to allow for growth. Should that happen."

"Ha! Right. But I don't have a hard-on constantly. It seems to me that my dick might fall to the side at some point, and then it won't work."

"Well, if that happens, I can tweak the design, but I doubt it. It's made from some kind of polymer. A new material. Never heard of it. It'll have some strength to it. So, are you happy?"

"Yup. Happy."

"Now for the shorts. Sorry, it's taken so long."

"That's okay. It's been interesting watching all this, really."

As expected, a pair of new white shorts popped out of the machine, and Jade passed them to Brody. He pulled them on easily and zipped them up.

"How do they feel?"

"Good."

"Okay, come over here into the light."

Jade pulled a chair close to him. She ran her hand over the material on his hips, pulling at it in various places, checking to see how much loose material there was. If any.

"Turn around."

He put his back to her. The rear seam ran loosely from the waistband, between his bum cheeks, precisely matching the shape of his anatomy, and enhancing the shape of the shorts on his rear. She was sure they were a better fit than Gracie's shorts. She had also reduced the leg length to three inches. Shorter, but not too short.

"Okay, turn around."

He faced her. Her face was level with his genitals. She could see the outline of his penis being held upright by his new G-string. The shorts were a little loose in the front. She checked the amount of free material.

"Do you mind?"

"Mind what?"

"If I touch the front."

"Do what you need to."

She pulled on the fly, checking for looseness. She moved her hand over the front. A bulge. She could feel his penis. She didn't dwell on the area. She hoped he might have thought she'd touched him by accident. She could only see a hint of his balls through the material. She pressed in on the loose material. There was room for some improvement. She tested to see how loose the leg was by placing a couple of fingers between his leg and the shorts.

"Open your legs a bit wider if you would?"

When he did so, she pushed her fingers under the leg of the shorts and into his crotch. The crotch seam was low. It needed to run closer to his body.

"What are you doing?"

"I want to see how close the seam runs to your body."

"Right. So, what's the verdict?"

"Well, I think they're good. For a first attempt after the scan. They seem to fit you well enough. It gives me something to work on. To think about. Do you mind if I take some photographs?"

"No worries."

"Come over here, if you wouldn't mind. Stand on the mark on the floor."

A hooped frame lowered over him some distance away. It had a camera attached, and it swished round him, flashing multiple times as it circled him. Then it retracted.

"Okay, we're done. Let's go out and see if there's any more tea in that pot."

* * *

"Wow!" said Gracie on seeing Brody approach.

"You don't mind them, then?"

"A great improvement. Smaller is definitely better. Give me a twirl. Slowly. And let me have a look at you."

"He's got a lovely bum," noted Jade.

"What?" awkwardly from Brody. "Are you two trying to embarrass me?"

"If you've got it, flaunt it. That goes for men, too, in my book," said Jade.

"I agree. One hundred percent," said Gracie, "How did you manage it?"

"I had a body scan."

"It takes the guesswork out. Mostly."

"Well, it worked. I love them." They both studied Brody in his new shorts. Jade looking at the flaws and where she might make improvements, and Gracie relishing how he looked.

His shorts sat lower on his hips. Gracie could see that the leg length had been shortened, too. She thought he looked quite sexy in them. Particularly as the cut made them sit closer to his body than the other pair.

"It's good, but a scan is not the be-all and end-all. Bodies aren't statues. They flex and accommodate. The scan can only take you so far."

"Well, I love it."

"Maybe it would benefit you," noted Brody.

"It would," from Jade.

"Okay, I'm game."

"Alright, drink up and let's go over there."

* * *

"Okay, what do we do?" asked Gracie.

"Hang on. I'll just get things set up."

"Do you mind if I take some photos of you. It would be a good test of before and after. For my records."

"Go ahead."

"You are my guinea pigs, after all."

She moved over to where the camera spun on its hoop as it snapped some photos.

"That's a neat trick with the camera."

"I could never hold a camera still enough to get decent photos. That gadget is faultless and it's fast. Okay, I'm ready."

"Would you like me to leave the room, asked Brody."

"No, not at all."

"You'll have to be naked."

"Oh, really."

She looked at Brody. "Is that what you did?"

"Yeah. I didn't mind."

"Right," and she slipped her shorts and underwear off.

"Actually, I did a full body scan of Brody. Would you mind? It would be good to capture your full image too."

"Okay," and the t-shirt came off as well. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just step onto this pad and put your feet on the marks."

"Do they have to be so wide?"

"It ensures a good measurement. There's no point in doing the scan if you can't get to all the nooks and crannies, if you know what I mean."

"Okay, let's do it." And Gracie stepped up onto the platform.

"Put your arms out and hold still."

The light beam came on and moved over her body.

"Okay, good. That's a good one. If you want to wait, I'll only be a minute, and you can try on your new shorts."

"So quickly?"

"Hmm. Is the underwear the right size? How's the fit? I can do you a new pair if you'd like."

"Yes, please. That would be good."

In a moment, the machine whirred and out came a new, delicate G-string.

"I thought this material might be more comfortable."

"Yes, nice."

"How are they?"

"I usually wear cotton, but these certainly feel nice. You've got the size right."

"Yes, the scanner works well. Or should I say, works better on women than men."

"Oh, really. No wonder they call it junk."

"And having a lot of Lycra in them will help."

"I need to do some work on Brody's anatomy. Anyway, give me a minute to make a few adjustments, and I can get a new pair of shorts on their way."

True to her word, within a few minutes the machine was whirring away to produce a new pair of white shorts.

"I should be able to change the colour and maybe some kind of pattern on it, but at this stage I'm not ready for that."

"That's all right. White is perfectly good."

"So, here they are. Let's see how they fit."

"They fit well. No trouble pulling them on. The zip is a bit firm. I don't know whether that was because it's new or something. Have you changed the size?"

"Well, the first pair was a guess. These are based on your scan. So, it's closer to your body size."

"Right. Yes, they're good. Very comfortable."

"So, can you move in them?"

Gracie walked around, spun, squatted, stood, and looked down at them.

"They seem shorter."

"The old shorts had a three-inch leg. These have a two-inch leg."

"You said I could do anything. Are you okay with that?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure. That's okay."

"Good. Okay, let's take some more photos of you."

"Right, let me have a closer look. Come over here."

Jade sat in front of her, and she had Gracie move this way and that as Jade prodded and pulled at her. Her new shorts hugged her body almost perfectly. The shorts fitted her peach-like bum exceptionally well. The rear seam ran close to her body from the waistband downward, which allowed the shorts to match her body shape. She had a perfect bum, and the shorts showed it off. She looked sexy.

Jade sat as she did with Brody and took charge of Gracie as she stood in front of her, positioning her so that she could look at her handiwork.

"Are the legs tight?"

"No, not at all. They're very comfortable. In fact, there are no pressure points. It doesn't really feel like I'm wearing anything at all. I think they're the most perfect fit I've ever had."

"Fabulous. Way to go."

While this was happening, Brody was staring continually at Gracie's bum. Jade spotted him doing that, and it amused her that he was. So, she took her time so that he could have a good look.

"Do you mind if I touch you?"

"No, go ahead."

"Spread your legs for me a little if you will."

Jade pushed a couple of fingers between the shorts and one of her legs to assess the pressure. Then she pushed upward into her crotch.

"Oh, there it is."

"What is?"

"I just want an idea of how they were sitting in your crotch. Would you mind turning again? Keep your legs spread, if you wouldn't mind."

And Jade pushed her finger into the shorts leg from behind this time.

"I think you found it," said Gracie.

"Yup, I did. Sorry if I was too intrusive. I just wanted to see how close the seam was to your body."

"That's okay. You've seen me naked. Not too much to hide."

"Well, thanks for that. I've got some work to do."

"That's okay. Thanks for making me, making us, the new clothes."

"It's a pleasure."

* * *

"Have they gone?" asked Margo.

"A few minutes ago."

"And how did it go?"

"They seem very pliable. I scanned both of them naked."

"Did it take much to get them to do that?"

"Surprisingly little. Actually, I suspect they're enjoying themselves."

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I'm having a ball. They're both so accommodating, too. I scanned Brody a few times in different arrangements. I'm kind of surprised he put up with me."

"I suppose you took some photos."

"Sure did. Come and have a look."

Jade pulled up the images of both. The software was able to show a rotation effect.

"What do you think?"

"Well, so far, both of them look good. Mostly."

"Meaning?"

"Well, Brody's shorts are a nice fit. He looks good in them. His legs are a bit on the short side, but nice. He's definitely got a great bum. You've made them fit quite well. Though, the shorts aren't much different than you'd expect from any city store."

"I was thinking if you shorten the leg, it'll make his legs seem longer."

"Sure, it will. That was going to happen anyway. There's a lot more to do. I need to show more of him. Oh, and with that in mind, I must show you. Look. This is the G-string he's wearing. It's designed to keep his dick upright."

"That's an interesting idea. What did he think of that?"

"He doesn't mind it."

"Will it hold him?"

"It's not made from cloth. It's a new polymer product. There is a springiness to it that will keep it against his body."

"I think you've got a winner."

"What do you think of Gracie's shorts?"

"They're good. I thought you wanted a camel toe on her."

"I do, but I don't want to push it too fast. She's got the cutest vagina. Do you want to have a look? The scan shows it up perfectly. She'll have a lovely camel toe eventually."

"Okay, I'll look forward to seeing it."

"I don't see your camel toe, Margo, as often as I'd like."

"It doesn't bother me. I don't care one way or the other. If you can design something for me, I'll wear it."

"All right. You're on. I'll need to take a body scan of you. We can do that in a minute."

"Anyway, you've certainly not held back on her bum. Did you mean for the seam to run so close to her body? She almost looks naked with that outline."

"I have to admit I went further than I had planned. At the last moment, I couldn't resist."

"She has a gorgeous bum."

"She has, and Brody knows it. Tarty will take time."

"Is that where you're going?"

"If I can."

"With both of them?"

"Why not?"

"No reason, if you can. She might go with it, but men are a bit funny in that regard."

"Anyway, it's time for you to strip. I've got a body scan to do on you."

* * *

"You two were gone a long time. What did you get up to?" asked Margo.

"You've got a lovely property," said Brody. "And there's quite a bit of wildlife on it, too. We went exploring."

"It's not as big as you might think. We have about fifty acres, and it borders a National park on three sides. There are no fences. So, it just seems to go on for ever."

"Come on in and have a drink and snack. Dinner won't be for a while yet."

"We saw a lyrebird out there."

"Cute, aren't they?"

"Thanks for having us."

"Not a problem. Anyway, I think Jade is relishing your time with us."

"It's kind of fun with her."

"That's good. She asked me to say to you that you should chuck your clothes down the laundry chute. Have you found it in the room?"

"Yes. Never seen anything like that before."

"It's unusual, I know. It's amazing what some of these old houses have. Every room has one. Anyway, put your old stuff in there, and Jade promised that she'd leave some fresh things for you each morning."

"Are you okay with that?"

"Sure."

"There's a little half table just outside your door. She said she'll leave your new things on the table for you each morning."

"Okay, it's kind of exciting to see what she comes up with."

"Lovely. Goodnight, then."

* * *

"Hey, Brody. Our new clothes are here."

"Okay, what do we have this time?"

"Oh, just the same. White shorts and t. Wow! Your G-string looks amazing."

"Let's be having it then."

"Let me see you put it on."

"Do we need stripper music?"

"No, that's when you are taking things off."

"Okay, you watching. One leg in and shake it all around. Put the other leg in and pull it all about."

"You're an idiot!"

And as he pulled his underwear up, his penis slotted into the tubular-shaped sock, and it was held in position by the waistband.

"This one's different from yesterday. There's a firm bit of material running down the middle. It's keeping my balls apart."

"How does it feel?"

"It feels okay. Nothing in particular."

"Jade's amazing with her ideas."

"Try on your shorts."

He did, and the first thing he noticed was that the leg length had reduced to about two inches.

"How are they?"

"They're getting real short, though. They feel good. Still very comfy."

He turned around for Gracie to look at them. She was smiling.

"What is it?"

"Your bum looks fabulous. Are they still your size?"

"They feel just like the ones I had on yesterday. No different as far as I can tell."

"Oh, well, that's good. Being comfortable is the main thing. But I have to say, these ones kind of emphasise your bum. You've got a great bum. So, it's good that I get to see more of it."

The back seam matched the profile of his bum crack perfectly as scanned. The cut of the shorts was identical to his scan, which gave him a bubble bum. The effect was emphasized by the rear seam slipping between his cheeks as it approached his crotch. Gracie had never seen him wearing anything like that before.

"So they look okay?"

"They look really good on you."

"Okay, thanks."

"So, you look lovely in the bikini thong look, but I'd like to see you in your new shorts. Actually, your G-string looks a bit different, too. The strings are thinner, I think."

"Hmm, I think you're right. It feels the same, though. No change there."

She pulled on her shorts and zipped them up.

"What do you think?"

"Good."

"That's it? Is that all you can say?"

She turned around and moved around the room for him to check her out.

"They're nicer at the back. How do they feel?"

"Fine, really. There are no mirrors in here. I can't see the back of them."

"They make you look shapely."

"Shapely? What does that mean?"

"Well, I think your bum looks better in the shorts than it does without."

"That's not a bad thing."

"They're shorter too, because I can see the crease at the top of your leg just below your bum."

"I'm sure there's no more than a one-inch leg. So you're saying they're beginning to show my bum?"

"I guess so. Just a little. They look quite good on you, actually."

"Can you try and be a bit more specific?"

"Well, they're short enough that I can see the whole of your leg, if that makes sense. I can easily see the top of your leg. Right up to where that crease part is, where your bum kind of begins. Not your actual bum, but kind of, just the start of it, sort of thing. They are just hinting at showing your bum more than anything. And if I look at you from the side, I can see where your leg widens as it starts to become your bum. They are just beginning to reveal a bit of cheek."

"Okay, what else?"

"The way the back seam has been done works really well. The seam runs down between your cheeks kind of naturally. It looks good. Then, getting lower, I guess toward your coccyx, it cuts in sharply. I suppose like you described mine."

"I doubt that. Anyway, carry on."

"So, the seam has disappeared entirely. I can't see the seam at all, and the effect is to show more cheek toward your crotch. Actually, it's like your cheeks are being pulled open just there. I'm not sure whether that's emphasising the top of your legs at your crotch or whether it's highlighting your bum. Both maybe. It's making me a bit horny just looking at you. These shorts look magnificent on you, actually."

"So you like them?"

"Oh yes. You look sexy. They look great on you. And the front looks good too."

"Good."

"They fit you real sweet."

"What does that mean?"

"They seem to be a firmer fit. Do they feel tighter? It's just that I can make out the shape of your mound quite clearly in this pair. Like they've sort of moulded around the shape."

She heaved a sigh. "They don't feel any different. Except maybe, like they're sitting lower on my hips."

"Maybe they are. They highlight your shape beautifully. Very appealing."

"Okay, that's good, I guess.

"You look great in them, Gracie. These are the best shorts yet."

* * *

Jade and Margo were in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Margo in new light blue tights with her brand new camel toe on display. She was carrying a few items to set the table. Jade followed her around the island bench with her hands full, too. She was in a pair of her favourite pink tights that she loved. They never failed to produce a camel toe.

"So, there you are. Come on in and take a seat."

"Oh, before you do," Jade called out. "Let's have a look at you, first. Okay. Stand together facing us."

They looked at them and waited until they spotted both Brody and Gracie sneaking a glance at each of their camel toes. It only took a minute "Okay, turn around. Are you happy?"

"Sure, you've done another good job."

"Yup, all good."

"After breakfast, I wonder if you'd like to help us with something."

"What is it?" Brody asked.

"We've had a delivery of firewood. Getting ready for winter. It's been dumped in the drive. It needs to be stacked in the woodshed."

"We should try and get to it before it gets too hot, but let's get some photos of you two before we get to work."

"First, let's eat."

* * *

Many hands make light work. Four people and one wheelbarrow became two people tidying the woodshed and stacking, and two loading and trundling the wheelbarrow. Jade and Brody were in the shed stacking.

"I'm glad you've been able to help with my trials."

"It's no trouble. It's kind of fun, really. To see what the next day brings."

"That's good."

"Do you have any plans or ideas in mind for us?"

"Well, yes and no. The machine I use is still new to me. If I don't dial in the settings, it picks its own. It's like it has a mind of its own. The results of some of those trials have gone straight into the bin."

"Is it an AI thing?"

"Probably."

"Maybe it has its own ideas on fashion."

"Maybe it wants to take over the world."

"You seemed like an expert when I was watching you."

"I'm an expert in what I know. There are still a lot of features I don't know much about. Do you have any preferences of your own? What we should do next."

"I think everything you're doing now is good."

"So, nothing comes to mind?"

"Pockets."

"Okay, that should be easy. That's been a bit of an oversight. I was focused on fit."

"Yeah, that would be good."

"Anything else?"

"Well, I couldn't help looking at you and Margo this morning."

"Yes?"

"You're both wearing pants."

"Tights."

"Yes, tights."

"What about it?"

"Well, I like the way they fitted you."

"That's nice of you to say. There's a lot of stretch in them. I'm glad you like them. Would you like me to make you some tights?"

"Oh."

"Hm?"

"Well, maybe."

"That would be so easy. Well, I think it would be. Men and their junk. Oh, how are you finding the new G-string today? You would have noticed it's a bit different."

"Oh, yes, it's okay. I guess. I can't feel anything. Why did you make a different one?"

"Just for fun. To see if I could. I thought it would help with the fit of your shorts. Which do you prefer?"

"Either."

"Okay, that's good to know. You know, we could experiment with different types. That could be fun."

"Yeah."

"I had this idea. Have you ever worn a bum plug?"

"No."

"Okay, well my idea was to have a G-string that instead of running between your legs and up to the waistband at the back, it would be attached to a bum plug, and you'd shove it up your bum to keep it on."

"Not sure that's a great idea. You'd still need a waistband to hook the front to."

"That's true. Maybe we can drop the waistband and tie the other end around your balls, or maybe give you some body piercings that could be used as buttons."

"Yeah, right."

They both laughed.

"Anyway, we were talking about tights. I could do you a pair, easily."

"Well, thanks, that would be good of you, I suppose. But what I was going to say, actually, was that I see that you and Margo don't worry about showing off your bodies in tights."

"They're very comfortable, and that's what tights do."

"Yeah, sure, I know. And you look good in them."

"Thank you."

"But not every pair of tights shows off everything."

"Sure they do."

"Well, what I mean is that not everyone, sort of, shows everything."

"Jade smiled. You mean the camel toe."

"Yeah."

"Do you like it?" He took a quick look down at hers, then looked away.

"I love them. They look fabulous."

"What about Gracie?"

"She tends to wear loose clothing, but I don't really know."

"The shorts she has today aren't loose. You seem to have highlit her crotch area."

"How did she react to that?"

"She didn't mind, but I keep wondering how she'd look with a proper camel toe."

"Then perhaps it's camel toe day tomorrow."

"Ha! That would be brilliant."

"Done."

"Thanks."

"Now let's get this wood stacked."

* * *

Once again, Gracie was up first and brought our new clothes into the room. Brody was quite excited to see what the new day had brought. A single white G-string, t-shirts, and of course, another two pairs of shorts. Both pairs seemed slightly smaller than the day before.

"It looks like I'm going commando this morning. These are yours," and she tossed the G-string to Brody.

"Thanks. You'd better try them on, then."

"Oh, they're special today. There's a lot of stretch in them," and she held them up while tugging on them to demonstrate.

She pulled the shorts on easily due to the amount of stretch they had in them. She had her back to Brody. They clung to her bum, and with the back seam seeking to follow her bum crack down and into her crotch, they clung to her in a very close fit, making her bum look almost naked. She stood looking down and not turning around for a time. Brody didn't mind as he was mesmerised by the scene in front of him. In addition to the remarkable fit, her shorts had become much shorter. She was looking a lot cheekier in this pair.

She eventually turned around.

"So, what do you think?"

"Oh, wow!"

"And... Anything else?"

"Oh, yeah. Lots. Well, the front is taking a bit of a nose dive. There's a distinctive downward slant on the waistband from the sides to the front. Which looks okay, by the way. Just a style thing, I guess. And that same angle is almost matched as the legs slant upward from your crotch to the sides. It gives the impression that the shorts are quite small. Do they feel small?"

"Hmm hmm. They must have the smallest zipper I've ever come across in my life. Carry on, what do you think of them?"

"Well, you know how I said the shorts you had on yesterday looked great on you?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, these are even better. I think you have perfection in them. And the thing that makes them perfectly perfect is your camel toe."

The shape of her mound remained as prominent today as it had been the day before, but had been enhanced because of the stretchiness of the material, as well as her lack of underwear on this occasion. The result was a very close fit to her body. Her shorts took on the shape of her labia, and with the front seam slipping easily between her lips, a perfectly formed camel toe resulted. It was the focal point of her shorts.

She looked at Brody without saying anything. Expressionless.

"I don't think you know how perfect your body is. And I don't think you appreciate how well those shorts are enhancing it. Sculptors could use you as a model."

"Really?"

"For sure. All those ancient Greek and Italian nude statues show beautiful women with camel toes. They don't look half as good as you."

"A camel toe. That's what I have. I've tried to avoid them all my life, and now I have one."

"Does it pinch? Is it uncomfortable?"

"Well, to be honest, the shorts don't feel any different from how they did yesterday. Anything else?"

"They're a bit cheeky."

"Like yesterday?"

"No, there's a bit more showing. They look quite good, really."

"You're not telling me anything. What do they look like? Describe them."

She put her back to him.

"Okay. Well, I mentioned that crease on your leg that kind of starts at the beginning of your bum."

"What about it?"

"Well, I'm looking at it right now. Not just a kind of hint of it, like it was yesterday. This morning, it's clearly there in plain view. Easy to see. So the shorts are definitely shorter. They have a different cut, too. Yesterday, the legs were pretty much horizontal. These ones slope up from your crotch."

"Okay. Do you mean the way the front does?"

"Yeah, pretty much the same. You look kind of symmetrical, in a way, in that the crease thing on your leg kind of runs from your inside leg, outward, at a slight downward angle from where I'm looking at it. It's just part of that gorgeous bum of yours. Well, the bottom of the shorts slopes upward, kind of at the opposite angle to the crease thing. So, there's this angle thing going on. The crease slopes down, and the cut of the shorts slopes up."

"And does that look okay?"

"Yeah, it looks really nice. So, because of that, you have different exposure in different areas. You've got some bum cheek showing that's maybe only half an inch near the inside of your legs, then as the shorts slope up it increases to maybe about one-and-a-half inches right at the back in the middle, and toward the outer edge maybe two or three inches at the side, but that doesn't really count because the crease doesn't go all the way to the side of your legs."

"Is that it?"

"Well, there's kind of an interesting thing going on in the way the shorts fit you. You probably know that these shorts have no actual legs to them at the back. You've got the tiniest leg length at the front, but there's nothing here at the back. That's because the shorts don't actually touch your legs. They are way too short for that. They sit on your bum only. And that's the interesting thing about them."

"Okay, I'll bite. What's the interesting thing?"

"Well, because the back seam has been pulled really tightly into your bum crack and crotch area, it kind of gives the impression that you do have a leg length. I know that sounds whacky, but it seems that way. It's just an illusion, of course. If anyone were to glance at you, they might see you having a leg length getting on to about an inch or more, because that's definitely what it looks like. You have a thigh gap. I suppose you knew that. I can look at it while sitting here, and I can see daylight under your crotch with your legs closed. I've seen that before on you. It's nothing new, but what is new is that the gap seems wider this morning now that you're in these shorts. I'm wondering if that gap is being widened by the shorts somehow pulling your cheeks apart. So, here's the thing. When I look at your bum in the crotch area, your thigh gap, I see daylight, and there's some material from your shorts on each side of it. A quick glance at it and you'd think there's a short leg length there. A closer inspection and it's plain to see it's actually your bum cheeks, but because there's a gap, it appears to be at the top of your legs. I suppose it is if you consider your bum to be part of your legs. It makes your legs look super long, kind of. So, that's about it. The shorts look really good on you. They fit you very well."

"You think?"

"They look a lot better on you than the ones from yesterday."

"I think that's open to interpretation."

"But they are comfortable?"

"Well, yes. They are comfortable to wear, but I don't feel so comfortable showing myself like this."

"I like them. I like you in them."

"I don't know what to think. Why do you like camel toes?"

"I think they're sexy. Erotic."

"Hmm."

"Why don't you like camel toes?"

"They say a lot about the person who has them. None of which is good."

"I think that's an old-fashioned view. You should be able to adopt any style you want and not be influenced by anyone. Jade and Margo show their camel toes. How do you regard them?"

"That's different."

"Why is it different?"

"Because I know them."

"I know you, and it doesn't make me think any differently of you."

"I don't know."

"Oh, darling, you look outstanding in these shorts."

A smile washed over her face. "Okay, let's see you in yours."

As he threw the bedclothes aside, she spotted the size of him. "Oh, god, I don't think you're going to be able to fit into anything with that thing being as big as it is."

His G-string was the same as the previous day, but the shorts were smaller. He pulled them on and zipped them as his erection settled down.

"Well, what do you think?"

He turned around, and Gracie let out a burst of laughter.

"What?"

"How do they feel?"

"Fine. What you laughing at?"

"You've got a camel toe."

"That's not possible."

"Does it hurt?"

"No, nothing hurts."

He looked down, and while the bulge from his two balls and penis pushing outward was nothing out of the ordinary, he'd missed the fact that the crotch seam of his shorts had slipped between his balls now that his new underwear was keeping them separated.

"I wish there was a mirror in here. So that you could see yourself."

"Well, how does it look. How do I look?"

"Let me think. A couple of plums hanging from a tree."

His hand went down to feel himself. He tried to pull the shorts lower, but there was no movement because of how firmly the shorts were sitting on his hips.

"It's a wonder they don't pop out."

She got onto her knees. "Let me just see how secure they are." They were shorter than the day before, with little more than an inch in leg length. She pushed her fingers into the leg of his shorts, but couldn't get very far.

"Are you sure they're comfortable? Your balls seem to be tucked in so tightly, and actually kind of higher than expected, now that I'm looking closely. Maybe that's why they don't fall out. And probably the reason they're so prominent."

"They feel comfortable. Surprisingly so. Anyway, you haven't really told me how they look."

"Funny, that's how they look. Literally comical. I have to admit that I've seen plenty of camel toes on girls, in various styles, over the years, and you get used to the look of them, but I've never seen a camel toe on a guy before."

"It's a moose knuckle."

"Oh, no. No, it's not. I know what a knuckle is. This is a camel toe. You've got a clear split up the middle with a ball on each side, and both of them are being held firmly in place. It's a perfectly packaged symmetrical camel toe. I wish I had a camera. Of course, unlike mine, yours is bloody huge."

"Okay, then. What else?"

"You've also got a cheeky behind. There's about an inch of hairy bum cheek showing. You'll need to be waxed if you're going to wear them around the place."

"Oh, right. Well, I can say the same to you. I guess we're a pair."

"At least my bum isn't covered in hair. And it's a fair amount of cheek you've got showing. How do you feel about that?"

"How much is on show?"

"Probably less than an inch."

"So, nothing much then."

"Some would consider an inch to be a lot. That crease is showing. Of course. Put it this way, if I were following you up some stairs, I'd probably get an eyeful, but other than that, they look pretty ordinary. Other than the fact that I've never seen a man in such short shorts. And, of course, they fit you very well. They're tight on your bum, and by all accounts, Jade had used a similar technique on you. They're pulling into your bum cheeks a bit around the crotch area. I suspect you know what I mean."

"They don't feel like they're doing that."

"Hmm. Well, they are. They look fine, actually. Sporty, you might say. That's how I'd describe them. From the back."

When they'd both calmed down and got used to each other's appearance, they went down for breakfast. Praises were had from both Jade and Margo. Though, they were mostly directed toward Gracie. Smiles and stifled laughter when Brody's shorts were inspected. He took it in the spirit of fun by in which their comments were delivered.

* * *

"Let's have a bath tonight," Gracie shouted over the sound of running water. She poured a liberal amount of bubble bath into the tub as it was filling.

"Go downstairs and get us a couple of glasses of wine, or a bottle if there's a spare."

Ten minutes later, to the sound of glass clinking, Brody returned with a bottle as well as an ice bucket.

"Lovely."

The water was still running. Gracie was already in the water as Brody stripped off. "Fuck, this is hot," as he stepped in and settled himself facing her.

"You'll get used to it."

The bubbles had taken effect, spreading their fluffiness across the surface and surrounding them both. They lay and soaked, chatted, and sipped their wine. Bliss.

"So, what do you think of Jade's tailoring efforts so far?" asked Brody.

"I'm amazed she knocks the stuff out so quickly."

"It's an amazing machine she uses. What do you think?"

"I'm still taking it in. Trying to come to grips with the idea of wearing stuff like this as regular clothing."

"You don't have to."

"No, but I might."

They were quiet for a time, until Gracie stretched across for a razor that was on the side of the bath. She picked it up, holding it up prominently. "Would you mind turning around for me?" and he did. "Lean forward onto your hands and knees. It's time for your hairy bum to be cleaned up."

"Oh really"

"Common. Round you get."

She splashed the razor in the water and moved it over his lower back and bum. Slowly working her way down each cheek, and with him crouched the way he was, she could push open his cheeks to get well into his crack and shave around his anus.

"How am I doing? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"You're being very gentle. Thanks."

"How does it feel?"

"Weird, but okay."

"You're very brave."

"Oh, put a sock in it."

"Too far to reach. Perhaps I can get a bum plug to put it in. I'm so close to your monstrous black cavern."

"Ha!"

"Well, now that I've got this far, I think I'll just keep going," and she methodically removed the hair from the back of his thighs. She got him to turn and neatened his pubs and continued with the front of his thighs, and eventually, with him lying back, she was able to finish both legs at the cost of only a few red blotches for which she apologised profusely.

They lay in the water while they finished their wine, Gracie admiring her handiwork.

"You know why I wanted this done, don't you?"

"You like clean-shaven men."

"Well, maybe I do, but given what we were wearing today, I suspect there'll be more of the same tomorrow."

* * *

The next morning, Gracie brought in a smaller bundle of clothes. The usual t-shirts, two pairs of shorts, but no underwear. She laughed as she walked to the bed.

"This'll be interesting. They're still very stretchy."

Gracie laid the shorts on the bed. Both pairs were very close in size to one another. She accurately identified whose was whose by the leg length. Brody's shorts had a leg length that couldn't have been more than an inch, whereas Gracie's had none, unless half the seam width was considered the leg length. She was about to wear shorts where the crotch was little more than a thin band of material.

"This is a joke. Some G-strings I own have more material in the crotch than these shorts. She's gone a bit silly this time."

"I don't know. It could look good on you. Give it a whirl."

"Well, there's not much choice. There's nothing else to wear."

So, without underwear, she popped her legs in while sitting on the edge of the bed, stood up, and pulled the shorts on.

"Wow!"

"Gee, they sit very low. How do they look?"

Then, as she turned, "Wow, again."

"Well?"

"You've still got the camel toe. There's not that much material anywhere else. You seem to be wearing a bikini of sorts. A bikini with a tiny zip front. Turn around."

"Well, I kind of knew that before getting into them. But how do they look?"

"They fit you. Though, they're not really hiding much. I think anyone would be hard pressed to call them shorts."

"Would you just come over here so that I can see you in the light?"

The sun was streaming in through one of the windows, and Brody positioned her against the facing wall.

"So?"

There was a straight-backed chair by the wall. "Would you mind sitting down?"

"Now what?"

"Now open your legs a bit."

She laughed. She knew what he was looking for.

"What do you see?"

"I wish I had a camera?"

She tilted her head, begging a response.

"Well, that strip that's meant to be... I don't know what it's meant to be. A seam. The shorts leg. It's snuck up into your vagina. You've got a couple of fleshy flaps on each side of it."

"Would I be arrested for wearing this, do you think?"

"Maybe. Certainly, if you sat like that."

Her hand went between her legs, feeling how much flesh was exposed.

"Okay, tarty boy. You'd better get dressed. Go try on some new clothes. Let's see how your new shorts look."

Brody pulled on his latest version of shorts. He put out a burst of laughter before he'd zipped them up.

"If anyone but you were to see me in these, they'd think I was a crossdresser. What do you think?"

"They're mad. Do a turn for me. They're not quite a G-string, but they sure look silly on you. I'd suggest you take them off, but this is what you're stuck with."

"I feel stupid in them."

"The front looks different. You're so bulgy. She's got you pulled up somehow. Are you getting an erection? Let me feel."

She stretched toward him and grabbed hold of the front of his new shorts. Where his penis was clearly defined. "You're getting hard. You like them."

He laughed.

She rubbed and massaged him until she could almost see the tip of his penis sprouting from the top of his new shorts.

She stopped annoying him and stood back. "These are very low too. Walk around the room for me."

"Oh lordy lordy. These things are nuts. Are you ready to go downstairs? I'm sure Jade and Margo are anxious to see the new creations."

"She must know they're ridiculous. Let's go down without making any comment about them. You know, like we accept them as being perfectly okay."

"All right."

Margo screamed with laughter when she saw what they were wearing. Jade stood smiling and watching them as they came into the kitchen, poured some fruit juice, arranged breakfast, coffee and toast, and carried it to the breakfast room. Both Jade and Margo seemed confused and almost speechless in the way neither Gracie nor Brody made any complaints throughout breakfast. Until a hint of a smile crossed Gracie's face, and the game was up. Everyone broke out into laughter.

"You can chuck them in the bin. It was just a joke," said Jade.

"Oh, no. I'd like to keep everything if I may."

"Of course you can. I've already boxed all the other stuff. I've finished with them. They're yours to keep."

They spent the day relaxing and in and out the pool a lot of the time. Swimming naked. Getting an overall suntan. Then packing. Not that they had many of their own things to pack. Though, they were taking away more than they had brought with them.

* * *

"All packed and ready to go, I see," said Margo.

"Yes, just waiting for the taxi."

"I hope you enjoyed your stay."

"We both did. It was fun."

"I see you're wearing the new shorts."

"Yeah. They're not the most recent ones. I'll keep them for private use. I'm not about to expose that much of my backside to the world."

"Turn around. These are a bit cheeky. You don't mind?"

"They are, but they're not too much different from what a lot of other people are wearing."

"A little tarty but not too tarty."

"Exactly."

"And you're happy to show your camel toe?"

"Brody likes it."

Brody smiled.

"What about you? You can't be too adverse to the idea. It's on display and not going to go away."

"I know. I wasn't sure at first. But I have to admit that having it on display does make me feel sexy, and I like that."

"I'm glad. The only thing you might find that takes some getting used to is that you'll catch people's eyes on your crotch a lot more than you've experienced in the past."

"How do you find that?"

"It doesn't bother me. It was off-putting at first. For sure. But, like I said, you get used to it, and in a way it's a compliment, insofar as they are looking at something they find alluring, sexy, or however you want to think about it."

"They won't all think that," chipped in Jade.

"Sure, but most will see it as attractive than otherwise."

"Men."

"Mostly. And teenage boys. Some women."

"Right. I wonder if people might categorise me. They might see it and think she'll have sex with anyone. Only sluts dress like that."

"Some will," said Jade. "So, you're risking what a few strangers might think. If it bothers you, then you'd better not risk it and change into something else. If you feel okay with it, then be yourself. And damn the rest."

She nodded.

"So, Brody, I take it you like how Gracie looks?"

"Yeah. I've always liked camel toes. You've done a great job on her shorts. She looks just perfect."

"It's not just the shorts. Everyone's body is different, and her little banana split is perfectly suited for it."

"Is it?" Gracie sounded surprised.

"Sure, it is. Not all women can carry it off. The look doesn't suit them. These shorts you're wearing don't change you in any way. They just highlight what you already have. Every vagina is different. Some women might try for a camel toe, but their shape doesn't really work so well, and the result is a bit peculiar looking. Then there would be women who hate them but find that every pair of pants they pull on ends up with a camel toe. That would be sad. But you're different. You have a lovely vagina. Your labia are nicely proportioned, and the result is gorgeous."

All eyes fell onto Gracie's camel toe.

"Hmm."

"And I have to add, there are a lot of women who don't know how to wear camel toes, in my opinion."

"What do you mean?"

"It should be a natural thing. Clothing should be allowed to shape itself to one's body. Not the other way around. It's like kids who want to wear tight jeans and buy plain cotton jeans so small that it makes their backside look like they have a mono-butt. And there's no risk of a camel toe with them because everything is squashed out of shape. The poor things have no idea how to dress. A size or two larger with some stretch in the material and the seams would slip between wherever they need to be, making them look tons better."

"Okay, but is it natural? The crotch seam is forcing its way into my vagina."

"Is it? You sure about that? Are your shorts comfortable on you?"

"Well, sure they are."

"So, there's no force being used."

"But it's like the shorts are squeezing between my lips."

"I don't think so. Are you sure they are 'squeezing' and not just slipping between your labia? When you wear gloves, would you say your fingers are being forced to separate? Of course not. It's the difference between wearing gloves and mittens. There's no force with either. You wear a bra. Well, at times."

She laughed as she glanced at her two nipples protruding through her t-shirt.

"You don't think twice about the bra separating your breasts. You could wear a bra that bunches your boobs together. It would work, but most people like to separate them because it looks better."

"So, if I stripped off and you spray painted the pattern of some shorts onto me, that would show the perfect camel toe."

"That would be brilliant," said Brody.

"He's right, actually. That's what we're aiming for here."

"That's something I'd like to see," added Brody. "But that's not a hundred percent accurate. Clothing can enhance looks."

"He's talking about his dong, no doubt."

"Not necessarily."

"Yeah, a pair of skin-tight jeans that left his dick and balls hanging would hardly be the best sight in the world."

"I'll grant you that. Poor things. Males have such problems with their encumbrances."

"What?"

"Anyway, back to your camel toe."

"Right."

"Some women, particularly younger women, pull their pants up to show their shape. That's so the wrong thing to do."

"I think I've seen that."

"They want a camel toe. It's obvious what they've done, and it looks weird. It looks worse in loose-fitting pants. Camel toes shine only if the rest of the garment fits well, too. If you're wearing pants or jeans that are on the loose side, then there should be no camel toe. That has to be a rule. On the other hand, camel toes look great with skinny jeans. Anything that's form-fitting. That's when they look best."

"Think of your camel toe as jewellery," said Margo. "You're not showing your vagina to the world. You're wearing a camel toe. Just as you might decide to put on some earrings or wear a necklace, you might decide to wear your camel toe. It should be worn as a fashion statement. You'll wear a necklace to match your outfit, and your choice might depend on where you're going. The same applies to your camel toe. Choose how subtle or bold it is to suit the occasion."

"I have to mention," said Jade, "I find it so bizarre when I see other people. All these fit young women who walk around the supermarket or the mall in their skin-tight sports gear. They often have delightful derrieres on show, and they are on show because they've decided to wear short tops that don't cover their bums, but if they happen to turn around and you catch a glance of their crotch, they don't even show the slightest hint of their sex. It's like they want their front to look like a child's plastic play doll that has no sex. A pair of legs and a torso. Those people must be so uptight."

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean."

"I don't know whether it's the tights manufacturers that have designed the crotch that way, or whether those people have stuffed a lump of cardboard or something between their legs to prevent them showing themselves, because you can buy stuff that does that, but I find it so ironic that they walk around, parading themselves in skin tight gear that puts their body on show. Everything except their cunt. They show their slim legs, rounded, shapely and often sexy bum, and you can get tights that have been designed so that the seam sucks way into your bum crack, and then when they turn around, there's nothing to see. I can't figure out why people would do that. It seems so pointless. It's as sexy as the handle on the shopping trolley they're pushing around."

A quiet moment passed, allowing the conversation to be considered.

"I see you're wearing Jade's old jeans, Brody, rather than your own. I take it you like them."

"Yeah, they're excellent."

"Oh, 'excellent.' Not just good, but excellent. Glad to hear it."

"They fit much closer on my legs than my own jeans, which is kind of a new experience, but I'm barely aware of them. My regular jeans were restrictive compared to these. Like bending. Kneeling. Just moving around. These are so much more, sort of, freer."

"Stand up and let me see you. Turn around."

"Wow! Your bum looks very nice in them. What do you think, Gracie?"

"They do look good on him. I like them. In fact, I think he's got a better-looking bum than a lot of women I've seen."

"No argument there. I take it you're still wearing the G-string?"

"I am. How'd you know?"

"I thought you might. It's not hard to tell. It's allowing the back seam of the jeans to come in further than standard underwear would allow. Throw away your regular underpants. Or just stop wearing them. The jeans look better on you today than when you first had them on last week."

"Right. I don't think I'll throw anything away, though."

"Fine. Sure. But you should give G-strings a fair try. You'll look better for wearing them. Don't wear your old jeans anymore. Turn around for me, will you? How do you like how he looks from the front, Gracie?"

"Okay, I think. I've never really thought much of... Well, what I mean is, I've never really found men in ultra skin tight jeans particularly appealing. From the front."

"I know what you mean."

"But despite that, I have to say that I've seen some guys. Some pop singers in tight jeans with their fronts bulging. It can sometimes make me feel... Well, they can look really good in them. I don't know what it is. Sometimes I wish I could just reach out and touch them. Maybe it's because they're pop singers and I like the song, then I like them, and maybe because of that, I like how they look. I don't know."

"I know, but it can be overdone."

Jade put her hand out and grabbed the front of his jeans around the zipper and squeezed."

"You're wearing the new one, aren't you? The one that keeps you upright."

He nodded.

"Just feel free to..."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, not at all."

"Just stand there quietly while we look at you. Okay?"

"They look good on him. You can see his shape, but it's only a moderate bulge. It's not overly obvious."

Jade took hold of his waistband and gave it a firm tug upward while feeling around with her other hand in his crotch.

"See, even when I pull upward like this, his balls are only just beginning to become prominent. I've seen some guys wearing jeans so tight you can make out almost every detail. Getting the right balance is the key. When he needs a new pair of jeans, go with him, so that you're sure he's getting a pair that looks good."

"Yeah, I could do that."

"Don't take him to a menswear shop. Get him into women's jeans like the ones he's wearing now. Different brands may well look better on him than these do. Maybe a smaller, tighter pair, and see what they look like. And always stretch jeans. He's got such a nice bum. You shouldn't hide it."

"Okay, that's a good idea."

"A lot of guys don't know how to buy clothes. I've seen guys whose jeans droop so low on their behinds that they look stupid. Some of them look like they've pooped themselves, and there's a turd hanging in their pants pulling them down from a spot in the centre. Do they think it's some kind of fashion statement to look like that? I can't work it out."

"I've seen some men in jeans where there's a whole folded flap of material hanging past their behind."

"Don't ever let him wear jeans that even hint at doing that."

"I know what you mean. I've seen it."

"Maybe next time you visit us, I'll have more of that machine worked out, and I can make him a pair of jeans that look good on him, and stay in position. With the look you want for him."

Nodding.

"You know, revealing enough of him to make him look good. Sexy. But not so much to make him a turn-off. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Brody?"

A hesitant nod.

"Sure, that could be good, I guess."

"You sound a bit uncertain."

"Well, I don't know. I quite like what you've given me. I really appreciate that, and if you three think they look good on me, then I can accept that, but I need to have a say in it."

"You said you like the look of camel toes. And Gracie is showing hers because you like the look of it. The shorts she's wearing aren't hinting at what's underneath. What you're seeing there is the same as what's underneath. There's no half measure going on. What she has on display is identical to her vagina. She's doing that for you. So, why shouldn't you do the same for her, and wear jeans, shorts, or anything she wants to see you wearing?"

"Sure, but there are limits."

"No, I don't think so. You gave the impression that you like to see her genitalia showing through her clothes. And to see her wearing nothing more than body paint. You do remember that? It was only a couple of minutes ago."

"Yeah, I remember."

"She's almost doing that right now. It's only fair that if she wants you to wear anything that looks as though you're wearing nothing but body paint, then you should agree to that too. Fair's fair."

"I suppose," hesitantly.

"It sounds fair to me," said Gracie. "If I'm going to wear clothes that cause everyone who walks by to stare at my crotch, then it's only fair that your crotch should act like a magnet for their eyes too."

"Is your preference changing for Gracie to be showing her camel toe?"

"No, not one bit. It's just that I never expected to have to do it, too."

"Don't worry. I'm not going to make you look stupid. Quite the reverse. But you're going to have to be more accommodating to what I want."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

* * *

Toot toot.

The sound of the taxi arriving startled the four of them. They were so engaged in their conversation. Hugs all round and Gracie and Brody grabbed their things and walked across the lawn toward the cab that was parked near the gate at the top of the driveway.

Gracie looked cute in her new shorts. Flashing a bit of skin as she walked. Brody looked smart too. His legs were slim in his new skinny jeans. They walked up the driveway hand in hand.

This was the second day Gracie had been wearing her camel toe. Seeing herself in mirrors and having her new look accepted by the others gave her confidence. She was becoming used to the look, but as she approached the taxi, she wondered how her first encounter with a stranger might work out. Would the driver's eyes pop from his head when he saw her, or would she simply be another passenger in a long list of other people he'd picked up that day?

The End